A woman speaks… camera scripta, camera picta… a room…
“I paint objects as I think them, not as I see them.”
– from the series Peregrination, 1998, film Ilford HP5 400, gelatin silver print-
Beautiful still life… from a moment in life.
…yes, old memories in this one…1998…time flies… but it could be older, an older self-portrait… (…smiling…)
Yes… time flies. 🙂
(…smiling…) nothing we can do about that, just try to live it…then is well done…
You’re absolutely right. Carpe Diem. 🙂
oh, yes… Carpe Diem…
…yes, it does, Tim – Thank you!
Thank you, Mario!
This too is a brilliant statement by Picasso: “I paint objects as I think them, not as I see them.” I also don’t think if we are true to ourselves that if we paint an object we are doing more than putting it in ourselves and then trying to reproduce what or how we are able to regurgitate it. An of this, I would like to think, is when I painted a young girl for a friend who had hired me. The father of the young girl didn’t like the image. The image turned out to make her seem a bit plump and not as beautiful as she later turned out to be. I was embarrassed. I felt like I should stop trying to be an artist, but I was also thinking that what I was thinking about her was coming across or that while I am not the best sketcher, the work eventually represented what I was feeling about what she represented to me. She seemed spoiled and privileged. Of course I was projecting given that I had come from a privileged family like hers and I was jealous since that privilege was long gone. And so the point is that as Picasso also said, we are only and always painting ourselves seems to be true. This may not be taking in account the fact that as a formally, but briefly trained, sketch artist, who was often unable to follow the line of a head for example and complete the circle, that I am still pretty bad in terms of the reality of my replicating. What I find comfort in however is that when I look back at some of the drawings I have done, where I felt good about them, they really do demonstrate the point I wish to make. Often, when I write here in WordPress, I like to accompany each story with an image that I have done. I surprise myself following the writing of a story or poem by then deriving a visual work that seems to manifest the point I was trying to make prosaically.
In your image, there is a crack in the hat box that looks like a flying woman or stork or something that seems to reflect your personality. There is the squareness of the frames within the frame. There is a bird cage, the luggage, and everything seems to be colored with dust or reminds me of belongings of the poor. (I am reminded by a CapeTown gallery show.)
I understand what you are trying to say, Mario… Thank you for your thoughts…
she is starring
in the heart of items –
with a still life
time – black drop infinity
Excellent – Kari!
Smile and smile always at you
…yes, time and memory…and an instant of life…
Thank you dear volcano… (…smiling and smiling for you…)
A fine picture with nice play between shapes an patterns; I like it.
Thank you so much for your comment, Mathias!
Have a lovely day…
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Believes that things should not be in small drawers inside large closets.
As we live our lives forwards, but understand them backwards (as Kierkegaard says).
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